Isobel woke to the gentle caress of sunlight streaming through the lace curtains, casting a golden hue across her room. She stirred, a soft smile gracing her lips as she lingered in the remnants of a dream, its sweetness still lingering like a whispered promise. With a contented sigh, she reached out and traced the delicate patterns of the antique ring adorning her finger, its facets catching the sunlight in a dance of iridescence.
“It wasn’t a dream,” she whispered, her voice hushed, reverent, as though speaking too loudly might break the fragile spell of the moment.
The ring glimmered back at her, diamonds flashing like stars against her skin. Each sparkle carried a weight, not just of love, but of vows unspoken—promises that stretched beyond laughter and porch swings, beyond easy mor
